🎢✨ Okay okay… I KNOW y’all are tired of me begging to get to Disney. I’ve begged online, I’ve begged in person, I’ve manifested, I’ve even prayed on Main Street in my imagination. And guess what?
This post is no different. 😅🤣☠️
But this time I’m laying it ALL out, loud and proud:
I want to go. Bad.
Not just a little “that’d be fun” kind of want — no, I’m talking soul-level, heart-pounding, childhood-dream, Disney-park-magic-level want.
I want to feel that pure, nostalgic, inner-child joy that only Magic Kingdom can give. I want to stand in front of the castle and let it undo every ounce of adult stress I’ve ever carried. I want to hear the music, smell the popcorn, and cry during the fireworks like a normal, functioning Disney adult. ✨💁♀️
I want to float through Pandora in Animal Kingdom and be emotionally moved by bioluminescent plants.
I want to snack my way around the world at Epcot like a well-traveled foodie on a budget.
I want to scream (and maybe pee a little) on Guardians of the Galaxy and Rise of the Resistance.
And YES — I want to jump over to Universal, stroll through Diagon Alley like I’m late for Potions, and sip Butterbeer until I believe I’m actually a wizard.
This trip has been on my heart for over two decades.
It’s not a passing whim. I’ve dreamed of doing this solo (or with a fellow park-obsessed friend), soaking in every second, every ride, every snack, every moment. And yes — I now have children. And yes — some of you love them more than me 😂 so if you’re only willing to donate if I bring them, fine. I will allow them to join. 😆
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💸 Why haven’t I gone yet?
Because, like many of you, I’ve been out here adulting.
Paying bills, budgeting, building toward something bigger — like a forever home.
And while my heart screams “TAKE ME TO EPCOT!” my wallet whispers, “Grocery money, babe.” 😩
God’s been teaching me gratitude and humility every step of the way — and I’m listening. But I also believe He gives us desires for a reason. This one’s mine.
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🌟 So here’s my ask…
I’m not asking for you to Venmo me a park ticket today (though if you did, I would scream).
I’m asking if you’d consider supporting this dream little by little, over time.
Birthdays? Send Disney gift cards.
Holidays? Drop a few dollars in the “Help Sam to the Castle” fund.
Anniversaries, random Tuesdays, moments you feel generous? Send a little theme park magic my way.
My dream is to save over the next few years to finally make this happen — and with your help, I think I can. 🥹
And whatever isn’t covered? I’ll hustle my tail off to make up the difference.
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💬 Final thoughts…
Before you roll your eyes or call me dramatic (you’d be right, but still)…
Just know I’m not embarrassed anymore.
This is something I want more than I can explain.
I even wrote Ellen once (okay, more than once) asking her to send me. That’s how deep this runs. 😂 Disney will NOT be overrated to ME. I WILL enjoy my time there thoughly. If you think its odd that want this so badly at the age of 31.. i think its odd you care so much. Let a girl live.
So if you’re still reading this — thank you.
If you donate, thank you from the bottom of my Dole Whip-loving heart.
And if you just send me a little pixie dust of encouragement — thank you, truly.
Let’s make a little magic happen. 🏰🎇🎢
With love,
A shameless Disney & Universal dreamer ✨
